Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright   In tiny little towns across this big night   Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun   Slipping into stores then out in a run, singing   Laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin   High lives and reels, a tarantell' violin   Other people's apartments and couches and clothes   Young again, lost again   Here we are, here we go   Hothouse flowers growing up so strange   Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged   Hothouse flowers all missing their friends   Calling up late at night and hanging up on them, screaming   Laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin   High lives and reels, your tarantell' violin   Other people's apartments and couches and clothes   Young again, lost again   Here we are, here we go   Hothouse flowers crushed flat to the glass   You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast   Hothouse flowers struggling past first bloom   You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room   I think those lights down there are the lights from little towns   Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright   In tiny little towns across this big night   Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck   Stepping out all dressed, returning all fucked up   Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright   In tiny little towns across this big night   Hothouse flowers happens all the time   Tiny little towns living great big lives